The day is overdonenVicious hands are tirednThe crowd has ducked their headsnAnd sleeping things are sighingnThe chorus had them foolednFools were bound to singnThe song was full of tricksnThat straightened all their streamsnNow a mission comes in formsnDelight to some, and scornnFrom the farthest mountain sangnTo where a body hangsnSo come and make a fistnKiss yr knuckles rawnCome and bend yr streamnWhat do you think you see?nnAlll spread eagle on the floornMourning a birdnAlll spread eagle on the floornMourning a birdnAlll spread eagle on the floornMourning a birdnAlll spread eagle on the floornMourning a bird